Arizona weekly enterprise., 1887-06-11

with it's coronet of golden hair, was up- lifted to his, the sweet lips were on a level l with his rough hand. All shrinking, all terror, all hesitancy had left her now. The supreme moment was come, she felt entirely mistress of herself, able to utter the inmost thought of her heart.
 'eYou bid me be good and happy" she said. "There is only one way. May I tell you what that way iss May confess to you, as in the old days?"
 He smiled then, sheltering, encour- aging smile, much as if she were some be- witching child fleeing to him from chimeri- cal terrors. To his thinking, she was still the sunny, sparkling, frolicsome Georgette of old, no soulless Georgette certainly, but a worldling from the cradle, the spoiled darling of a noble house, the heiress of one of the handsomest fortunes in France, rebuked by him, punished by him in the confessional. for childish shortcomings in matter of religious duty, years ago. That smile, sad although it was, wonderfully lr- radiated his dark physiognomy. It brought back to Georgettc's mind his former self. He seemed to her what he had ever been. She IrSevv not indeed oe tl4- chansse, out ward as well as spiritual, that had come over him during these intervening years. For the caustic yet -benignant abbe, the consuInmate man of the world, the fiery dispntant, the mighty orator, all these belonged to a bygone time. Pastor An yille's friends and small congregation were only familiar with an over conscientious, laborious and learned minister of the gospel. His real his best self, was per force concealed from the simple towns folk And only here and there was the fact realized that the Protestant pastor of T ,-1r laad fr, crowded audiences in one of the great churches in Paris, had seeded, in fact, from Rome to Luther.
 By all means unburden yourself. shall indeed be glad to serve you, he said, growing more and more genial, yielding in spite of himself to the Witchery of her presence. Thus encouraged, still kneeling beside him, her hands clasped on the arm of his chair, her upraised face sweet and innocent as that of 5-year old maiden, she began her story.
 You thought, without doubt, that il was a careless girl you had to deal with il days gone by. I seemed mere playthine to you. Very likely yon even begrudgee the time spent upon me in the comics sional, and, but for my position, woult have delegated the charge to another. I was never as you fancied. I behed myself as many women do, putting on the sel that pleascs the world Twas, from tn
 first, impressionable, sincere, capable Q better things.n
 He was still as far IS ever from alvin ing her etrand But he found it sweet |
 listen to her, to be able to gaze on her and feel in certain subtle, impersona
 sense that she belonged to him as of old
 He could still chide; caress. encourage. | That better self I felt conscious oi
 how could assert itf she cried, growth
 more and moreeloquent on her own be
 half, TT was compelled to live in tn
 world, whether would or no. From 1n
 cradle upward I was trained to play
 part. And you, too, even you, my spirit
 ual guide, my monitor, you did not see
 to arouse deeper feelings Isferld hay
 listened te ts eSssen Ssis | s--'.'''f nll T The febuke was a crushing one, and | | finehed under it; word of apology an
 approximation rose to his lips, but he II
 served it till she should have done. Sh
 anticipated him.
 T could understand your. motive, ,' sh
 went on; syour duty was not tosanake
 woman think for herself or seek to |
 happy after her own way. Brilliant {
 you were, experienced as you were, 70
 yet lowered yourself of set purpose
 your dealings with my sex. As pries
 as a theologian, you could hardly at
 otherwise. But read your character, a though you never read mine. ,,
 Again he finched. Her words Ina
 struck home.
 ssIsay through the veil, , she continue,
 .syon played with Wo1nen's intellects
 with toys; themselves you did not despis T But for your calling, your vows, Icou, have played with yotfil turn ?
 Does the priest celse to be a hulia beingsf he asked, bitter almost to vi
 dietiyeness. Oh, have dene; the stings conscience | have. borne, and can bea
 your reproaches uninau me utterly. y , She touched his arm with a soothiI gesture, and made hfaa meet her look tender pity and fnsnuation
 .sIt is not yourself I reproacf, ? sl said, very gently ias Remember tha , should I have made the long jonrng hither for such q purposes But hear n ollt.f',
 She paused for moment, as if to gath fresh courage and self reliance, then we on iH quicker, mere fervid tones. ! Do you remember a curious experien
 that happened to you during 1nefnorat storm in Paris, just ten years ago9 A hu ricane so fearful ragged over the city th ' it was dangerous to be abroad; the "a flowed in rivers through the streets, maj
 people were injured by falling tiles, al
 the lightning flashes seemed as if eve , moment they would fire the place. Yo
 vast church was empty, but you were your post, when g woman dressed in bla. :, and closely yelled stole up to the confe 7 sional and knelt to you. Y
 z Again ahght as of sudden convicti
 seemed to break upon his mind, but u :, time of no impersenal nature; it was conviction that had to do with him as W, as with her. He flushed, turned pa made an effort to speak, but failed, t " words stayed on his faltering kps f She confessed to you in the storm i Georgette continued, and what "a sto
 was that for a woman to utter, a priest i, listen to! Frather,' she said, fin pit d hear comfort, adpise me. I posse
 everything that others of my sex envy : wealth, noble rank, suitors past countil 5 and all these are as nothing, even hHtef cr to me I love one whom it is sinful 2 think of as lover. The only man wi T has ever touched my heart is he who h U charge of my soul And he knows it, '